Re: Pandora and Wayne
Wayne winced theatrically. "Yeah, blood on the dance floor. Sounds like either an awful indie band name or a genuine health hazard." He let her lead him out, and began, as usual with him, on the wrong foot.
"Sorry," he said, actually wincing as he sort of bumped into her. "I miscounted. Please let's don't try the dueling next?" Then, inexplicably, Wayne found himself biting his lower lip to keep from giggling.